He turned back to Barry Pilsner who looked about ready to pass out.
"Who is Grover Otto's next in command?"
Barry Pilsner could only raise a shaky hand at the potted plant nearby.
A small blue-haired woman wearing the ubiquitous white Royal mage robes peeked out from behind the potted rubber plant.
"Tha—that would be me, Your Grace." She raised a shaking hand.
Daran turned to her. "No need to call me 'Your Grace'. That sounds so old. I'm just the Commandant General of the Ashryan Ground Troops."
He reached up and patted his bald head. Maybe it was time to retract the bald head magik command and allow his thick hair to grow back. Being bald made him look older than his years.
The woman lowered her hand with a shaky laugh. "I beg your pardon. The previous Commandant General was also referred to as 'Your Grace'. How would you like for us to refer to you?"
"Just call me General Duluth."
